It’s hard to say. If percentage of audience walkouts is any guide, perhaps not.

In Goodbye to Language, J-L presents a newer, more disconcerting wave of visual and intellectual stimuli. At times it’s a bit much. At others it is intoxicating.

There is no denying that there is substance in there somewhere. The framing of the shots, the sensuality and the grotesque. The war of one dimension versus another. Our duelling eyes and ears and minds.

The obituary of our ability to communicate.

He’s having a go, is my conclusion. And he’s making me think, even if I can’t pin down exactly what I’m thinking about.